#blake;amber

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text || amber

Blake: Dinner... Me, you, and the little one? Tomorrow night?

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Blake rolled over, his arms wrapping around Amber's frame. The blankets were snug around them, and he smiled, letting out a content sigh. He leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck, "Hi," He murmured softly.

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As Blake’s hands snaked behind her back, she arched it and pressed her chest against his own. His hands were warm and welcoming and she ached to feel them on every square inch of her body. Once he unclasped her bra, she lifted her arms and allowed him to remove her bra completely. Blake was the first man she had been with since her husband left her — since her ex-husband left her. In a way, she felt that Blake shouldn’t see her like this. He’ll see the scars on her wrists and thighs and he’ll ask questions that have answers he won’t be prepared for. In another way, Amber wanted him to see her like this. She wanted him to see her flaws and ask questions because she wanted him to know her. Her foot continued to raise along the back of his leg, but she slid it back down and opened her legs under him, giving him room to move. Her lips moved gracefully against his, their tongues dancing together and their heavy breaths filling the air, sounding like such a beautiful harmony. Her hands slid down his chest, inching closer and closer towards his cock, hidden beneath the fabric of his underwear. Her fingers curled under the waistband of them, but her hands slid around and cupped his ass before she pushed his underwear down his lips, using her foot to drag the material down his legs. Neither one of them had said a word to each other, but their actions spoke louder than words. One of Amber’s hands settled on Blake’s hips, but the other remained lower and her fingers gripped his cock nervously. Her hips shifted beneath his and her hand began to pump against him slowly as the fingers of her other hand dug into the skin of his hip.

Everything was moving so slow, like the two of them were stuck in slow motion. But it wasn't a bad thing--no--not at all. He was exploring every inch of her, his hands roaming her body anywhere he could touch. He helped her get his underwear off, finally freeing him from the fabric that was restraining him. A heavy breath left his lips when he felt her small hands against him, her fingertips teasing him as she began to pump against his hardening length. "Amber," He murmured, breaking the silence. His lips pressed to her neck, nibbling on her skin, his hands trailed down her stomach, soon slipping between her legs, teasing her folds, "I want you." He whispered against her skin.